A/N well welcome everyone to another fanfic, I must admit I am nortorious when it comes to my writing I always have more than one stroy going at any time and as I have just wrapped up twisted Lines I finally gave into my need to write this one. This story is going to be set in the same basic world but with some very obvious differences and as I progress a lot of people will se similarties to other already existing fantastic stories, and I fully admit to borrowing bits here and there so feel free to pop onto my favourites and read the people who gave me my inspirtation. (I in fact encourage it because they are fantastic!)
Anywho as always I will give this story my own flavour and twist so I hope you enjoy and review!
Harry stood at the top of the hill looking down at Hogwarts, a school that he had never actually set foot in, though he was supposed to. He could see students milling around in the gardens taking advantage of the warm weather and the fact that classes were wrapping up for summer. He watched as a few grabbed brooms and started to play an impromptu game of Quidditch. It all seemed to peaceful it was a shame that he knew the peace was tenuous at best and would more than likely come to an end in the days to come.
Sighing he closed his eyes feeling the shift inside him as always and when he opened his eyes he was looking up at the great double doors at the entrance of Hogwarts. More than one student assembled cried out from shock at the sight of him. It was well known that there were anti-apparition charms around the castle and its lands, this was impossible, and yet here he was. He turned to see a group of young first years staring at him mouths hanging open. With a wink he walked forwards and pressed his hands against the doors feeling them hum under his touch. With a smile he watched as the doors swung open allowing him entrance.
Professor McGonagall was sat in the great hall eating lunch when she watched a group of teenagers come running into the hall all separating to go to different people scattered around the different school benches eating. They would whisper something to their counterparts who would instantly drop whatever they were doing and rush out the way their friends had come. She rose to her feet watching as more and more of the students rushed from the room heading somewhere and with a sigh she descended from the teachers table and headed in the direction so many of them had flowed in.
She passed in the entranceway to find it flooded with students, so many in fact that she had to push her way forwards before she could see what they were all starring at. Stood in front of the Hogwarts crest that had been carved into the wall when the school had been founded was a young man with a mop of black hair. She gasped at the sight of him her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at what looked to be a ghost from her past.
Harry knew he was drawing a crowd but he didn't care they would all know who he was soon enough after all so what was the use in trying to hide. With a small smile touching his lips he pressed his hands to the crest and listened as people behind him gasped feel the power flare around them. Harry closed his eyes as images passed through his mind, the castles way of welcoming him home. With a grin he lifted his hands from the wall not surprised to find the Gryffindor and Slytherine crests etched across the backs of his hands, when he flipped them over on the palms were etched the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff crests exactly as they were pictured on the wall.
Rubbing his hands together he stepped back from the wall turning to face the crowd that had gathered, easily spotting the professors at the front.
Inclining his head to a tall woman he recognised from his tutoring he smiled, "professor," he said in greeting as he dipped his head.
She frowned at him and he could see her trying to figure something out, "James," she whispered and he turned fully to face her so she could see the glint of his emerald eyes.
"Nope, but good guess, I'm Harry," he said and heard her gasp as he had expected.
He walked forwards tucking his hands behind him as he did and watched as her eyes roved over him. He knew what she was seeing, a young man, a young wizard, which had been thought dead for the last seventeen years. The son of two immensely powerful people in the wizarding world that been murdered, or at least had made it look as if they had. He was tall even for his age and had long black hair pulled away from this face with a leather thong tied at the nape of his neck. He was wearing muggle attire at the moment, a plain black tee and faded blue jeans on top of a pair of rather raggedy black converse. He knew he cast one hell of a paradoxical picture to everyone assembled but he liked it that way.
Just then there was a bang and harry sighed, ah hell he'd been busted. He turned to the doors to see one angry red head starring death daggers at him.
"Harry James Potter! What the hell do you think you're playing at," she yelled as she stalked forwards the crowd wisely parting to let her through.
Harry threw his hands up in surrender and realised to late that wasn't the right thing to do. She gasped coming to a standstill just in front of him and grabbed his hand pulling him towards her. She stared at his palm and the flipped it over. She looked up at him and he could see the anger rippling in her eyes and he wilted a little at the sight of it. She dropped his right hand and grabbed his left examining it as she had done the other one.
"Well you've gone and sodding done it now haven't you," she said throwing her hands up in disgust.
She paced away from him and Harry tried to keep up, "ah mum come on you knew I wasn't just going to sit around anymore," he grabbed her arm pulling her to a halt and spun her so she faced him, "I couldn't," he pleaded and she stared deep into her sons eyes.
Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and started sobbing and Harry looked shocked his eyes searching for some help.
Just then he spotted his salvation as two men walked in the doors both beaming widely as they did.
"God damn it's good to be home," one said and the sobbing woman pulled from Harry's embrace enough to shoot him a dirty look.
He grinned at her ignoring the evils and took in his surroundings finally spotting McGonagall who stood a few metres away her mouth hanging open, "Hey Minnie how's it hanging," he said and watched her splutter with a laugh.
"Mr Black," she mumbled unable to get much more out.
He bowed with a flourish sweeping his long black coat back as he did so, "at your service," he laughed as the other man punched him on the arm.
That figure then turned to his old teacher and friend softly, "sorry to descend on you like this Minerva I had hoped to warn you of our arrival but the lad got away from us."
He turned to look at his son who was now patting his mother on the back, "I couldn't help it I could feel it singing to me," he said with a shrug and his mother wailed again.
With a laugh the other man stepped forwards and detangled the woman from her son taking her into his arms. She instantly wrapped her arms around his waist and started sobbing into his chest.
"She'll be alright in a minute son," he said over the top of the redheads head and smiled at his son who nodded still looking a little stricken by his mothers sobbing.
"Would someone please care to tell me what is going on," McGonagall said having finally found her voice.
"Easy harry here has come home to claim some things that are his and me James and lily have some along for the ride," Sirius laughed.
Before McGonagall could say anything else someone cleared their throat drawing attention to them and the whole crowd turned as one to find the headmaster stood there his blue eyes twinkling.
"Well I guess I should say welcome home Mr Potter, since the castle seems to have switched its allegiance," Dumbledore said as he stepped forwards to take the young man's hand.
As his hand closed around Harry's he felt a spark of power but ignored it while he shook the young man's hand.
"I think we've caused quite enough of a show, shall we retired to somewhere a little more private," he said and with that he turned and headed back the way he came the crowd parting like a tide for him.
With a shrug Harry followed, Sirius quick on his heel and his mother and father trailing behind. For a moment McGonagall watched as they walked through the crowd and then with a shake she snapped herself out of the trancelike state and followed the strange procession, a bustle of noise starting in her wake.